And it was Pippa’s perfect arse that was now hovering in front of my recently acquired 12 inch cock.I’d love to tell you how I fucked her. How I t...ok my thick rubber manhood, bent her over and ploughed it into her juicy pussy … but, sadly, it wasn’t like that.I lay there, my legs spread, enraptured as Pippa spread her feet, allowing me my first peek at the soft delights hidden below her smooth buttocks and betwixt her firm thighs. I was nothing but an innocent voyeur as she reached behind. Had she really offered her breast to me to suckle on? No couldn't be, I must have been mistaken."Excuse me?" I said, but the shocked expression on my face must have still been plastered there because she said, "What's wrong Sam? It's been a while but we've had primal therapy sessions in the past." Primal therapy sessions?" I questioned."Yes, primal therapy." She answered matter of factually. "I've already explained this form of therapy to you a number of times in the past. I don't understand. " Dale lifted Adele out of her chair."No bitin', no kickin', no scratchin', you hear. If you misbehave I'mgonna bring that pretty young thing in here and make you watch me fuckher," he warned her."Whatever you want, just leave the girl alone." Adele swallowed.Adele heard the jangle of keys and then her hands were pulled out in frontof her and the cuffs were removed."I'm just gonna sit here and watch you a while bro. If she tries anythingI'll bop her up the side of her head with this," Lyle. Perhaps not. It quickly mattered not why this was happening. Was there a reason? Was there an excuse? A bit of both? Soon only one question remained. By what right? Under which pretense did I suppose that I could do what I was doing? By what right did I lay my hands upon her body? How could I claim that which was already earned? I stared down onto the floor bed and marveled. She lay there curled and softly snoring, the curvature of her hips proudly on display. Hips that extended into a perfect.